I was a writer and you were my power muse, you'd always inspire me to do better, to be better. I still remember how I met you and it still seems like yesterday...
June 28, 2005
I met you on the summer of '05, on the wildest night of your life raining running from god's problems thinking that the world owe you more. It was there that I saw you beyond just another face in a crowd yours was the one I saw, not cause of how beautiful you look but because I've never seen a person drink beer the way you did. I loved you then I love you now. You got closed telling asking me if I was cute having me right in front of you, It was then that I knew you from the start. You were always drunk, not your average alcoholic drunk, drunk. You were drunk on the idea that love and only love could heal any broken hearts' past. Even then you were this person so full of love for everyone except yourself, never taking compliments and always shielding yourself of the dangers of the world. I hold on to you like if you were oxygen yet you made it hard to breath cause you were the flowers and you were growing in my lungs and into my heart.
You always had an undenying obssesion with flowers it was like your calling you never had any favorites you just liked them. I was so tangled up with you, I loved you then. We had our differences but even then you loved me. And since then since June 28, 2005 I write for and only you, yet you make cameos as my protagonist in all my stories.
April 20, 2009
The second I let you onto my world, you became it...
This is how I've always seen you Hannah as my world as my everything as the one I shouldn't have cheated on. I'm a horrible person and I will always regret it. I will always remember the day I asked you to marry me you had an awful day at work and yet you still said yes. Oh Hannah, you looked dashing I still remember how everything went you wore your mothers dress the one she lent your sister. After our wedding it rained and your heel broke yet you still kissed me and we, for the first time, made love under the stars and only there did I saw that you were my moon, my stars and my world.
You always wore this Lavender scent that drove me insane, How could anyone smell so heavenly like lavender? You managed to make it so and god did I loved it. I confess the first time I saw you the real you, I felt like I already knew you and you knew me and everything was right with the world.
Back in 2016...
I heard a noise and smelled a peculiar scent, Lavender.
